Lucy's Wolverine (Lilly Town Shifters) Read Online Free PDF

just to get one sentence out. That wasn't like him.
                  “Okay. Well, go tell her that. Maybe not in those words, though.”
                  “I'm going to come over as some crazed fan who's turning into a stalker. Why can't she just come into the bar?”
                  “Because Basil said her sister went back home,” Bill said.
                  “What? How would Basil know?”
                  “Because he's the alpha and knows everything that happens in this town,” Bill said with a ‘duh’ tone.
                  “I guess that makes sense. The man is the sheriff.”
                  “Mike, get your ass over there and talk to her or shut the hell up. I'm tired of the brooding,” Bill said, and walked away.
    ***
                  Lucy stretched for the hundredth time in the past few hours. She'd been at her computer all day working on her book. The story was finally progressing well and she was happy with it. But she was getting stiff from sitting in the same position all day. Getting up, she decided to make some dinner. She loved to cook and was getting good at it. She could spend all day cooking. It was relaxing to her. It wasn't that day, though. Her thoughts kept coming back to Mike: his soft hands as he took care of her arm; him helping her figure out her book; him offending her but not meaning to; his blue eyes and black hair; the off-tattoo on his arm. He was sexy. She shook her head and started chopping some onions. It wouldn't help her writing if she chopped a finger off. She needed to concentrate if she was going to get dinner. She had to.
                  His strong callused hands popped into her mind as they smoothed the band aid down on her arm and as he helped her into his truck. No. She couldn't keep thinking about him. She needed to think about what she was doing. It wasn't working, though. Instead, she moved to her computer and turned the volume up and started singing at the top of her lungs and swaying her hips to the music. Before long, she was jumping up and down as she danced, and singing off key, but having a blast. It was something she needed to just clear her head, and it worked.
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                  “Good, you're on time. I was afraid I'd have to wait," he said to Paul. "Any more word on the wolverine?”
                  “No sir. I've been keeping an eye on the papers and talking to the locals. They say it doesn't come out very often, but it’s never bothered anyone, so they leave it alone. They think it escaped from the circus or a rare animal collector.”
                  “Do you think they'll miss it when we kill it? Is it going to cause any problems?”
                  “I don't think so. The locals notice it, but that's all. Everyone's afraid to approach it. Honestly, they'll probably think it just moved on,” Paul said as he held open the door of the airport. The man was trained: that was something he was very happy about.
                  “Good. Then this should be an easy in and out. Any signs of it now it's been found out?”
                  “No, none that I've seen. I haven't seen it out, but I just saw it a few days ago so that's nothing unusual. I haven't heard anything around town either.”
                  “Good. I want to do this on my own. I need to fix my mistake, so I want to keep this quiet. I don't want anyone to find out. I also want to be the one to take the shot. You observe only,” he said. He's told Paul to keep it quiet, but he's found with some of these men that he has to keep repeating himself, otherwise they'd forget and it'd be published in the papers. Paul was a good soldier and wouldn't say anything, but he was afraid the one time he didn't repeat himself would be when someone forgot, thereby fucking up his whole plan.